Twisted Twins

The first time I saw her

she hung overhead

an apparition in a dream

that I woke from

in a cold sweat.

The second time I saw her

was from the corner of my eye

a movement in the window pane

as light bled from the sky.

The third time I saw her

was from the mirror on the wall

a visage just like my own

only colder

crueler

and with less joy.

The last time I saw her

I was pressed beneath the ground

mouth open in silent screams

as the doppelganger took over my life.

 

Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 26/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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